Morbid thoughts of the dead

by Finalgravedigger   Mar 28, 2008


Morbid thoughts of the dead

Laying motionless on the wet dirt ground
bodies lay where no life can be found,
decay and insects consume the dead
as grey mother earth is slowly fed.

These are the ones society refuse to see
and when encountered many choose to flee.

These corpse once filled with life beings
are remembered as those with no meaning.

Purposeless and useless is
all what one becomes,
unless if you consider feeding mother earth
then your meaning equals one.

A number is your destined fate
from the beginning its already too late
from birth your equaled to the dead,
remember in life's long string
your just a poor little thread.

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  • 16 years ago

    by FlawlesslyTarnished

    You opened this poem so alluringly. [is that a word?] And the title really drew me in, this poem had a dark vibe to it and i really like it. I could really feel the intensity of the piece. Perfectly written, a great write. 5/5.

  • 16 years ago

    by BurriedFaceDown

    Very discriptive for such a short poem.

    A number is your destined fate
    from the beginning its already too late
    from birth your equaled to the dead,
    remember in life's long string
    your just a poor little thread.

    I really like the ending. It gives a sense of
    whether young or old you have no hope

  • 16 years ago

    by Nix

    Bravo! Interesting poem, very unusual and unique subject, overall you did excellent job with writing this one. I love it's atmosphere, very descriptive and creative.

  • 16 years ago

    by PygmyPuff

    Oh wow. Its so striaght forward. Its so edgy and rough. I dont understand the change of sturcture half way through. It doesnt seem to add anything overly positive to the peice. The ryhme scheme was nice and it just dropped abruptly.

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